I am the product of your
tyranny. You have dissected the leftovers of my country into bits and pieces
of shantytowns, ghettoes and concentrations camps. You have cut off my
water supply and left me thirsty while you the Israelis bathe in cooled
pools not far from where I live. You have uprooted my trees and desecrated
my fields making sure I have no way to sustain myself or those who depend
on me. You have cut off medical supplies that treat the wounded and at
your checkpoints, you detain and humiliate Palestinians and prevent those
who are in dire need of medical assistance to pass through causing my people
who are your victims to die at your impromptu borders.

You assassinate my freedom fighters
while explaining to the world that you are merely defending your own squatters.
You shoot to kill little children who in defiance and courage wield small
stones in the name of liberty against you the fiercely armed enemy.

You torture the children and resistance
fighters you incarcerate and try to bribe or coerce my people into collaborating
against one another. You bulldoze homes and you prevent me from earning
a living. You kill me by remote control from your US made Apache helicopters
and your settlers who squat on what you have left me of my land throw firebombs
into mydwellings and on my passage ways, attack my children and womenfolk
with guns and clubs and hate.

You occupy my land and on my bloodstained
hills station your tanks and armored jeeps in order to shoot off one by
one little children playing in the streets.

You take over the Orient House, my
one symbol of freedom that was donated by a man worth all Israelis, while
at the same time you starve the orphans just across the street.

You shoot out my water tanks and
you kill off Palestinian servicemen even though at the time of your brutal
massacres, these servicemen were patrolling their land or simply eating
their last supper. You cut off my electricity so you can assassinate me
more easily in the dank shadows of your dark treachery.

You are cowards and you are afraid
of little Palestinian children with stones. You never kill them single
handedly. You roam in groups like packs of wild dogs and you are just as
vicious if not more so.

You leave me and my people without
hope and when you have driven me into a corner and deprived me of all that
is human, I react with anger and bitterness. I strap explosives onto my
body and search for a place to detonate myself. Yes, I kill your civilians,
but this is the price you have to pay for taking away my inalienable rights,
the rights that all men are entitled to for your demoniacal oppression
of my people.

It is really very simple. God created
all men equal and no man better than any other. Yet, somehow you have made
it your protocol that Jews are better than all others and that you have
the right to come to my land committing rape and plunder yet expect me
to thank you for doing so.

Just the other day, a young boy was
eating lunch. One of your settlers who came from America threw a firebomb
into this boys house. His two brothers were killed immediately. But the
one boy survived horribly disfigured. His name is Amar Emeera. His scars
have turned a once beautiful child into a grotesque being that does not
even look human. What did this child do to go through life so horribly
disfigured?

You shoot babies point blank while
swaddled in their parents arms in Palestinian cars going to weddings. You
slay Palestinian children going to and from school and you slaughter Palestinian
children when they fight your armies with their bare hands. One such child,
Mohammed Abu Arrar was shot down and killed when he protested your occupation
of his land. Palestinian relatives of the boy kissed his body laid out
in his coffin before he was taken away to be buried in the Gaza Strip.

You kill unarmed Palestinian fathers
on their way to buy school supplies and books for their children. You have
even run out of excuses for the atrocities you continue to perpetrate.
You shell the homes of Palestinian families, instantly killing the occupants
and then claim that the action was friendly fire from the Palestinians
even though the homes were far removed from the scene of the battle and
even though remnants of your American made shells are scattered about the
demolished homes of the innocent.

You collectively punish 3 million
Palestinians half of whom are children who reside on what is left of their
own land though you know full well that their only desire is to free themselves
from your barbaric cruelty.

You tell the world that you want
peace yet at every corner, at every instance, you are as far from peace
as the earth is from a different universe speeding in an opposite direction.

You speak peace with the forked tongues
of your warmongers and then pretend shock when finally a Palestinian human
bomb blows himself up.

You will only be free of the threat
of human bombs when you seek a just and comprehensive peace and when you
end your occupation of the indigenous inhabitants of Palestine.